pinched up in the way he does when he’s really angry about something.
And still, I smile at him. “I should probably thank you. Or maybe your mom.” Although I do not want to thank Angela for anything yet, except for maybe giving him to me. “Without you, I might not have just had my hand down my neighbor’s pants.”
A snort comes from behind me and I turn. Paisley is in the doorway, holding a bottle, shaking her head and laughing at me. “I don’t think you should let him know what we just did.”
“He doesn’t understand. And besides, I think he likes it.” He’s quieted down.
Perhaps he smells his formula. Perhaps he likes Paisley more than he likes me.
I will take the credit for it this time though. I bounce him in my arms and reach out for the bottle. “Thank you.”
I don’t remember the last time he ate and I’m not sure what time it is now except that it’s late and he only slept for a couple of hours. Maybe if I can figure out how to get him happy now, he’ll sleep until morning. Hopefully it’s not wishful thinking.
Angelo takes the bottle and begins chugging like I haven’t fed him in days, except for only a few hours. “I wonder if he’s having a growth spurt. The book says they can eat a lot more and be unhappy.”
“If he finishes that and gets fussy, we can give him more.”
“Would you mind grabbing a diaper and his wipes?” I’ve taken to keeping most of them in his room.
“No problem.” Paisley sashays by me and I’m drawn to the swish of my shirt and my pants on her body. Especially now that I know how good everything beneath it feels in my hands. She grabs what I’ll need, and I gesture with my head for her to head back to the living room first.
“I’ll feed him out there. Change him. See if I can get him back down.”
“Also, you want to check out my ass when I’m in front of you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” There’s no point in lying.
Paisley laughs and as she passes us, her hand presses to my cheek. I turn and kiss her palm. “It’s getting late. I should go… unless, do you want me to stay?”
“The night. Yes. I want that.” Even if it takes a while to get Angelo back to sleep, I still want to climb into my bed with Paisley. I want to hold her and sleep with her and wake up next to her even if sleep is all we do.
“Okay then.” She winks at me. “Enjoy the show then.”
She puts extra sway to her walk, and I grin, following her. In my arms, Angelo is still chugging his bottle. His eyes drift close as he does, and his body relaxes in my arms.
Good. Hopefully when he’s full, I can change his diaper without rousing him too much.
And then I can get Paisley back in my arms. Her body pressed to mine.
Yes, that is definitely how I want to end this night.
Chapter Twenty
Paisley
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The room is dark when I blink my eyes open. It takes me but a brief moment to remember where I am, whose bed I fell asleep in. Mostly because I’m still laying with my head pressed to Mikah’s bare chest, his hand wrapped around me and resting on my lower back.
It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up pressed to someone and yet this is exactly how he wanted it last night. I’m more surprised I haven’t moved. I usually enjoy my space in a bed, but perhaps that’s because most men I’ve slept with haven’t meant as much to me as Mikah does even in the short time I’ve known him.
And he wanted me here. Like I was going to say no to him.
“Stay,” he’d said again after he fed and changed Angelo and put him back to bed in his crib. “Stay the night with me.”
I hadn’t expected anything else to happen. I was exhausted, from the late hour and the orgasm and goodness gracious. For a man with little experience, Mikah knows exactly how to work a woman’s body. The memory alone of how quickly and confidently he learned what I liked, watched my responses and brought me to an orgasm that had me fighting a scream makes my body flush with heat down to my toes that are pressed against his ankle.
Angelo is quiet based on the sounds, or lack of sounds,